Another Day, Another Tale

I enjoy sharing with you about the mishaps and insanity that happens among my husband and children {mainly}. Hopefully the narrations I provide here allow you to say on occasion, “THANK GOD I’m not the only one with…” or “…praise the Lord my kids aren’t the only maniacs around…”

Nah…we’re all in this big happy mess together.

Which brings me to my latest tale:

Oh did you think Andrew ramming the fence the other day was good enough to be all that happened here this week? Not even close. Try again.

Yesterday afternoon the boys were trying to make an ‘explosion’ with baking soda and whatever else in the back yard. Why I thought this was a permissible idea, I have no clue, but I did. No one was hurt or anything, and the best I could tell all they did was make a mess on the back deck. To the point where Andrew asked me last night if the dog threw up… “No, that was where your sons were trying to make an explosion…” “Oh.” was his simple reply. As if it made perfect sense.

>Side note<

The boys used all my baking soda so this morning when I made pancakes, you guess it, they were flat and the kids said they tasted funny. I told them to eat them anyway.

Back to the story at hand…

Fast forward to bed time and we were both standing in our bathroom, with curiosity on our faces. “Why does it sound like water is running?”
Neither of us had a clue. Andrew replied, “Maybe the sprinklers are on?”
“But why would the sprinklers be on at 11 o’clock at night?”
He walked around the house checking toilets and faucets and without any success of finding the problem, came back upstairs.

I wonder what’s going through your mind right now as you’re reading this….

Yeah…so this morning at 6am I’m in the bathroom again, still hearing the water running and the light bulb went off! I flew downstairs and out the back door to the deck and my hypothesis was correct!

I ran back inside to grab my shoes, all the while announcing to Andrew, “I FIGURED IT OUT! THE DANG WATER HOUSE IS RUNNING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!”

He jumped from his seat in the office and ran outside with me. Upon seeing the spewing hose he put his head in his hands and we both released words of anger and frustration and “WHYINTHEWORLDDIDTHEYDOTHIS!” bellows.

ugh.

“How long…do you think…?” I somehow muttered.

“Oh at LEAST 12 hours he responded.”

Defeated. Pummeled. Punched in the gut.

Sigh… Are you feeling the commiseration?

Here we are, two parents with boys who are boys and whose imaginations at times run wild and they want to create and explore and do all the things! And now all we can think of is the water bill that will soon be coming our way. Oh the dread.

On the bright side, the grass in that spot will be a lovely shade of green soon, right?

Have an awesome weekend, friend and if you haven’t seen my latest C&C at Home posts, check them out here:
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